This year my birthday fell on Thanksgiving. This was number 80 for me. I don’t know how I got to be so old. My kids decided we needed to make it a special one. They asked the family to write what they remember about our interactions. The goal was 80, but when it was all compiled, they came up with 100! As Sara read them to me, I had to guess who said what. Next up was a game of…
For each child,in-law child,grandchild,and great-grandchild,I am grateful. For healthhome,friends, freedomand family,I am grateful. For God the Son,God the Father,and God the Holy Spirit,and our relationship,I am grateful. For meaningful work,God’s giftings,and significance,I am grateful. For a full 80 years on earth,for a husband of 56 years,and for you,I am grateful. Let’s join together in praise and thanksgiving our Creator for His unmerited favor to us.
One of the best things I like about fall is the yummy foods containing apples and cinnamon. I learned about this recipe recently and decided to try it. I’ll share the recipe with you, in case you might like to try it also. It’s from Chef Jasper Mirabile, Jr., of Jasper’s Restaurant. Tuscan Apple Tart Ingredients 4 green apples 1 cup of flour 1 cup granulated sugar 1/2 cup olive oil 3 eggs 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon 2 teaspoons baking…
The call went out in January 1980. “Come to pray in April in Washington D.C. for the election in November.” Thousands responded. We came in cars, trains, planes and busses–a million of us. We gathered on the Washington Mall for a day to humble ourselves, pray, seek God’s face and a turning from our wicked ways. The day was heavily overcast and looked like it might rain at any moment. As the day progressed, sunlight poured through a single hole…
One of my fond memories as a child is raking leaves with my dad when we lived in town. Our house sat across from a lot filled with huge walnut trees. We’d rake those leaves into huge piles on the brick street and then light them on fire. Those days are gone forever. The brick streets still remain but the house is gone, replaced by a retirement home. No one burns leaves any more, so that delicious aroma is missing…